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Tuesday, 28 June 2016

First of the Month Fiction - July

I'm shutting up shop for the holidays, which is good as apparently my laptop has decided to die just in time for the end of financial year...oh, yay!. Anywho, have a fab couple of weeks and I'll be around on Insta and Twitter, less so on FB (if that's even possible). But all back to business round the 18th. Drive safe and have fun to those also on hols, enjoy the cessation of after school activities for those with kids and write a story for here, everybody else. You have until the 18th, so plenty of time to join in.

Either less than 30 words or 100 words exactly - pop it in the comments and then link your blog if so inclined.

Mine was prompted by a FB post by the Flashpacker Family - out of the mouths of babes and all that:Hazel (aged 2): I have to go... Bye!Me: Where are you going?Hazel: ...Hong Kong! *runs off*My story is of the 100 words variety.

They were fighting again. Shrill shrieks pierced the air and
her back stiffened. She looked at the mess and the children in the centre of
it, pulling at the same princess dress. She walked silently to her room, grabbed
her passport and the novel off the bedside table, checking she had her credit card
in her purse as she passed the fracas on her way to the door.

She looked at her husband and stated “I don’t have
time for this anymore. I’m going to Hong Kong”

Bewildered, a silence fell on the room as everyone pondered
the closing door.

Glad you like it - your daughters exchange put a smile on my face and i high fived her attitude...but I rarely write happy exhuberent stories so obviously I had to bring it down...(well, maybe this is a happy story, maybe her family were jerks ;)

I'm glad you linked up with Kirsty because I keep forgetting to link here! I'll blame chemo/radiation brain. But I'm back!

Here's something I prepared earlier:

The mug perched precariously on the tower of washing up. Slowly she eased it out. Her life had become like the pile of dishes, she reflected. Odd and jumbled. Precarious. Then it happened. The crash came. A million sharp pieces lay at her feet. One false step, one missed cue and she'd be cut. Important choices. No choices. Life was messy. She sighed and started sweeping up the pieces. The glass clinked into the garbage and she tried to banish her scattered, torturous thoughts with it. Not now. Not today. There's no time. Calmly, she made a cup of tea.

Loved yours! I definitely feel like that at times. And I do have my passport now...